It’s funny, the way a lemon‑lavender cake can feel like a sunrise in a jar. I do photograph flowers, but I try to catch the quiet things – the way light catches a dewdrop on a petal, or how a wilted stem holds onto color after the sun is gone. The scent isn’t in the frame, but the texture and the subtle shift of hue can speak volumes. What part of the cake’s aroma or glow feels most like a story to you?